"Just so you know—if you’re planning on avoiding being seduced, you’ll definitely need more than a robe. Maybe an entire wardrobe." Chase’s voice sounded strained.
Amaya could see the bad boy inside was only barely contained. Just the thought of what might happen when he broke out added further to her inner trembling. In a voice that sounded higher than her own, she said, "Well, I wanted to talk about that—"
"Yes?"
His response was so fast it interrupted her mid-sentence, and Amaya gaped at him like an i***t for a moment, her train of thought derailed.
"You were saying something about seducing me?"
His wide grin broke the tension as she remembered how much she liked this man, and she grinned back.
She rolled her eyes. "You wish. We have a deal. No touching, no—whatever—this is, after
